The Distant Metropolis

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The dampness in the cell of the Blackgate keep does not merely seep through the stone; it inhabits the marrow, a cold, wet weight that presses against the inside of the ribs like a second skin. I am Thomas Bradshaw, forty years old, and I have served the Crown for two decades, yet here I sit, bound not by iron but by the slow, grinding machinery of a justice that has mistaken my mercy for...

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